Chapter 65 Half-Ripe Mulberries "I want to hug you."

Night falls, downstairs in the apartment building.

Sang Fu went to unbuckle her seatbelt: "Weiyao, don't move, I'll take you up."

"Don't send me off, don't send me off. I'm not drunk. I remember which floor I live on and I can get up there myself. Don't worry."

Sheng Weiyao was not yet unable to take care of herself, so she didn't let Sang Fu send her off. She waved her hand and jumped out of the car quickly.

Sang Fu was leaning against the car window looking out, and Zhuang Mowen turned his head to look at her.

The light was dim, and her hair was jet black, with a slightly moist sheen on her forehead. In the bathroom, she not only washed her hands, but also her face.

She tilted her chin up and looked up. When the window on Sheng Weiyao's floor lit up, Sang Fu turned back and said to Zhuang Mowen, "She's here. Let's go back."

"good."

Zhuang Mowen started the engine and drove onto the main road.

They were both silent along the way.

Sang Fu lowered her head, opened her phone, and used the food delivery app to order a hangover remedy for Sheng Weiyao.

"Thank you for today. But this matter has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to pay for me." After finishing all this, Sang Fu continued to operate with her fingers. "I have already transferred the money to you."

Zhuang Mowen didn't reply to her for a long time after she finished speaking.

It was unusually quiet. Sangfu paused and turned her head to look at him.

But the car suddenly changed lanes at this moment. They pulled themselves out of the hustle and bustle of traffic. The scenery passing by in front of them slowly stopped. Zhuang Mowen stepped on the brakes and the car stopped nearby on the side of the road.

"How……"

She was a little puzzled, and the next second she saw Zhuang Mowen pick up his phone, unlock it, and tap the screen twice with his fingertips.

The phone covering her legs vibrated. Sangfu turned it over and saw that he had returned the money.

Sang Fu was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Mowen looked at her.

The expression on his face was complicated, but it became unclear in the dim light. Sangfu could only see the slight wrinkle between his brows.

"You promised not to push me away, so what are you doing now?"

Sang Fu was still stunned. Being looked at by him, she felt that she seemed to be unable to defend herself: "...I didn't mean to push you away."

"Then why return the money?"

"I just want to calculate more clearly..."

In her opinion, this had nothing to do with Zhuang Mowen, and he didn't need to bear any of this, that was all.

Zhuang Mowen asked her, "Will you ask your friend to return the money to you?"

It wasn't her who did it, so according to her logic, she shouldn't be the one who paid.

Sanfu shook her head.

Zhuang Mowen: "Why?"

Sanfu said without hesitation: "Because she is my friend."

"Friends." Zhuang Mowen nodded and asked, "What about me?"

Sang Fu was speechless for a moment: "You..."

Her relationship with Zhuang Mowen is a bit complicated now. They are not like a couple, nor like a couple. She really doesn't know how to define it.

Perhaps having anticipated her thoughts, Zhuang Mowen gripped the steering wheel gently and spoke softly, "Putting everything else aside, we are a legitimate couple. Husband and wife are one, sharing weal and woe, and sticking together through thick and thin."

"I've said before that there's no need to draw such a clear line between us. Your business is my business. Besides, I can't just sit back and watch your business."

He was emotionally stable and even asked questions calmly throughout the whole process.

For Zhuang Mowen, all problems were no longer problems after getting her first answer.

As long as she subjectively doesn't want to stay away from him, it doesn't matter. He can teach her step by step and slowly about the unfamiliar and awkward parts of the relationship.

"Or, if I find myself in your situation in the future, will you also cut off ties with me?"

Sanfu immediately said: "Of course not!"

He pursed his lips and smiled, the smile on his face was gentle and vague, "I know, I know you won't."

Zhuang Mowen looked at the time and it was still early.

The car was a bit stuffy, so he turned to her and asked, "Do you want to get out and walk for a while?"

…

The temperature difference between day and night has been large these days, so it is suitable to wear thin clothes during the day. The temperature drops rapidly to single digits at night. Sangfu went out in the afternoon, so she specially added a coat and was dressed quite warmly.

There was a new food street not far away. It had been several hours since dinner, and the aroma made Sangfu a little hungry. She bought some snacks on the way and ate them while walking.

Zhuang Mowen wasn't hungry, so he helped her take the remaining portions.

She was very polite when eating, which might be due to her poor appetite. Zhuang Mowen had never seen her eat with big mouthfuls, let alone wolfing down food. She would always chew one bite before taking the next.

He looked at her sideways for a moment.

"Is it tasty?"

Sangfu had a Qiang pancake. She didn't ask for a large portion, so the owner cut it into small pieces for her to eat more easily. She thought it tasted okay and nodded. "Would you like to try it?"

"Can."

After hearing this, Sangfu took the piece she had bitten and was about to hand the paper bag to him for him to take it himself, but the next moment she found that the paper bag was very light. She looked down and found it was empty.

At first she bought single portions, and since she doesn't eat much, she only ate a small amount.

"No more." She paused and turned around to try to find the original store. "If you want to try it, we can go back and buy more..."

Before she could finish her words, Sangfu suddenly felt someone gently pressing her wrist.

She turned around and saw the man's dark head and his straight nose.

He opened his mouth slightly and ate the piece she had bitten.

She suddenly remembered the egg pancake she had at the banker's house.

"You..." Sang Fu's mind went blank. After a few seconds, she looked up: "Are you hungry?"

Zhuang Mowen straightened up: "No."

"Well, you can actually buy another one." Sanfu hinted to him cryptically, "I've already taken a bite of this one."

Even though he ate it all, there's no point in saying anything now.

"It's okay, I'm just anxious to try it." Her hands were empty, and Zhuang Mowen handed her other snacks. "Do you still want to eat that Qiang cake? If you do, I'll go buy it."

Sang Fu quickly shook her head and refused: "I don't want to."

She just wanted to try something new and couldn't finish the other snacks.

They strolled leisurely through the entire food street. After Sangfu finished her snacks, the two of them walked back to a relatively quiet street and headed back to where they parked.

The night wind was blowing gently, and Zhuang Mowen stood in the direction of the wind, blocking most of the cold wind.

"Do you have anything to say about what happened today?"

Sanfu paused, then slowly shook her head.

"But I want to listen."

For the first time, Zhuang Mowen didn't agree with her. He asked softly, "They're just classmates. Why did your friend get so excited that he started a fight?"

Zhuang Mowen understood that she must have been through a lot. He came to her too late, and those things had long passed. He could not accompany her through them.

But he wanted to know.

I want to hear her say it herself.

So, at that moment, in the corridor, he didn't press those people to the bottom. If it were truly terrible, having them explain and publicize it would undoubtedly be another form of torture for her. Sanfu was silent for a moment. In fact, she had intended to forget these things.

And she did a good job. After so many years of graduation, she never thought about that period of time again, nor did she mention those things to anyone.

But she says she won't push him away again, and he says he wants to know.

Sanfu said truthfully: "She is standing up for me."

"Why?"

She saw his brows furrowed like they had in the car.

"I really don't care now." Sang Fu pursed her lips, her tone was very calm, "But if I must say, my classmates didn't seem to like me very much at that time."

Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything. As he listened to her, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"I was the youngest student in the class at the time, and although the age difference wasn't that big, maybe they felt they couldn't chat with me. No one in the class talked to me, and when I talked to them, they ignored me."

"The first two weeks of school were the worst. People would always pull my hair during class or draw all sorts of things on my desk with pens."

She really didn't care anymore, but when she thought back, along with the memories flooding back, there was also the confusion and pain as if she were there herself. Those emotions were incomprehensible to Sangfu at the time.

Perhaps they have long been ingrained into her bones, like a mark on her body that is no longer painful or itchy but indelible, constituting the present Sangfu.

"I don't understand why I was treated like that. I even thought at the time, was it because they were in the same class in their freshman year of high school, and I skipped a grade and went to my sophomore year, so they were not familiar with me yet?" said Sang Fu.

"But after a week, I realized the situation hadn't improved. They still messed with my hair, painted my desk, and the classroom was suddenly quiet when I entered."

She spoke slowly, as if she was recalling or thinking.

When saying these words, Sanfu looked incredibly calm. That calmness was not the sense of separation that comes when discussing others, but a kind of peace that comes from within.

She said she didn't care, and she really didn't care.

But Zhuang Mowen felt like something was stuck in his throat. He looked at her. The calmer she was, the more painful his heart felt.

"Then what?"

"My parents were both out of town at the time and were too busy to help. So I found a time and went to see the principal myself."

Sang Fu sighed, "Luckily, the principal is a good person. He called the parents of those students for me, gave them a demerit, and said that if they behaved similarly again, they would be suspended from school."

"No one pulled my hair anymore, and no one drew on my things, but no one in class paid any attention to me anymore."

"I wanted to make friends at the time, but later I didn't care anymore," she said. "I still have Weiyao. She even taught me ceramics. Do you remember that little bear ornament?"

Zhuang Mowen looked at her and said, "Remember."

"She and I did this together."

Sang Fu raised her head and found that Zhuang Mowen's eyes were on her.

His eyes were dark, and the gaze he cast upon her was like the deep dusk, so quiet and deep, encompassing her entire appearance, yet filled with an indescribable sadness.

Sanfu was a little afraid of seeing such emotion. His gaze was as if it had substance, like a stone dropped into the lake of her heart, causing the previously calm surface to ripple.

She averted her eyes.

"Being ahead of your peers will always attract a certain amount of resentment, let alone you are younger than them." Zhuang Mowen finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful. He briefly grasped the fundamental reason, "The reason they exclude you is because you are too outstanding."

Sanfu was astonished: "How do you know?"

Zhuang Mowen: "Is that right?"

She touched her neck and said, "I also accidentally heard them say that I always 'show off' or something like that."

Because of her good grades, Sangfu became famous since junior high school. Later, she was promoted to high school and her grades were so excellent that she was able to skip a grade.

She doesn't use tricks when studying, she is smart, but also very hardworking. Of course, teachers like such a good seedling, so they often let her represent the school in various speech competitions and recommend her first to participate in any activities.

This caused a lot of dissatisfaction.

Sang Fu still doesn't know if everyone in the class dislikes her, but it's normal that when the voices of dissatisfaction get louder, the neutral ones won't dare to speak out.

She could control others from touching her, but she couldn't control others' deliberate alienation and neglect. It was an invisible violence that permeated her entire high school career.

This is why Sangfu didn't have any contact information for her high school classmates. To her surprise, when they met again today, they actually greeted her so warmly, asked about her recent situation, and invited her to have a midnight snack together.

It's as if nothing happened.

How is that possible?

Her calmness and indifference were her own efforts and had nothing to do with them, and she never intended to forgive them.

The street lamps cast light all over the ground, and pedestrians came and went around them.

"But Sanfu, you're great."

Zhuang Mowen looked at her, his voice a little soft, but strong enough to be carried to her ears by the wind:

"Even so, you still keep shining."

Sanfu looked surprised.

Everyone has a door in his heart, but not every visitor has the key.

Sanfu didn't give the key to anyone.

He waited patiently at the door for a long, long time.

She willingly opened the door for him.

The wind blows through the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

Amidst the rustling sound, Sang Fu seemed to whisper something. Zhuang Mowen didn't hear clearly and leaned over: "Hmm?"

Her ears were pink as she repeated it sheepishly.

"I want to hold you."

Zhuang Mowen was slightly startled.

The next moment, his brows relaxed, he chuckled and spread his arms.

Sanfu took a step forward and slowly walked into his arms.

He wrapped her slender body in his coat, keeping the wind out.

She closed her eyes and raised her hands to hug his thin waist.

Trapped in an unparalleled sense of security.

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The author has something to say: Our Xiao Fu is also a straight-ball girl, if she doesn’t agree, she will fight, if she wants to hug, she will tell